[ It makes him angry—he's shaken by how badly he wants to shout into the radio. Reason with it. It's a fucking void, not a traffic cop.
She was there. They were all just there, falling through black. He stares fixedly at the set. He'd take a walk, if he thought it would still be there when he got back. Then he thinks about her first call for help: the bleeding, how she said she felt. When he does speak, it's subdued. Hesitant, as though he's carefully stepping around the cracks in his voice. ]
Are you—gonna ask what's wrong? [ With her powers—with her—he means, but thinking about it, maybe he means more than that. ]
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She was there. They were all just there, falling through black. He stares fixedly at the set. He'd take a walk, if he thought it would still be there when he got back. Then he thinks about her first call for help: the bleeding, how she said she felt. When he does speak, it's subdued. Hesitant, as though he's carefully stepping around the cracks in his voice. ]
Are you—gonna ask what's wrong? [ With her powers—with her—he means, but thinking about it, maybe he means more than that. ]